This is a song about "Reflection and refraction no curse words"

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

I spit these words to try and reverse the curse of our universe

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

First off congratulations on the win

Pissed off images not my reflection

And standing there idle, only your reflection your rival,

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Im a ghost cant shake me, no escape the curse hovers

No words generating from his pen and looming on the lead

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers

No dipping wrapping up evil first, real spitta is it a gift or a curse